Haiku: Ripple

Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet

Haiku: Migration

birds against the sky
migrators through empty space
We all cry ‘mother’

No one is sitting
while light pervades frozen space –
the chair disappears

a rose flowering,
and there is blood on my hand;
I will not touch it

contemplate the world
there’s one watching it go by –
becoming the one

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